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whether solo unit or munities by the unit
Pick those targets and light up those motherfucking villains
You were sworn to the oath and it's time to take heed

the effects
I mix cd's and treat 'em like album shit
Our albums
We treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses

off
Steady working on the album
Racking up the missed calls
Fucking niggas on the first night
What is with yall
I'm a hypocrite, I still will put you in

problems, by becoming rich!)

I just want it all
I want the money, want the fame, and I want the drugs too
I just want it all
I want your soul, I want your

my life like I just don't mind
Form my point of view and reshape my sight
I was once just me, but from now I'm crowd
This collective hell never let me

like a minute
Song for the Ville by J. Cole hit me different
The descriptions of an 8-mile kid's album infinite
Gives me the inspiration that I might

They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They

Terror when I strike
Some fight, Hand up hand
I throw third just to smite
The very ground you walk on
I be the very place
Where you laid to rest

the ground up
Who would've thought this is where we'd wound up
Remember that day that we found love
What happened to the thing that we was proud of
Between me

We're Famous

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

soon became bucks

Had everybody sprung wondering where I came from
Screaming out "Independent's fucked up" in the same tongue
With an indelible

we do not consent it's time we make them atone

I am legend
I am destined
I am ready
I am legend

Our souls were meant to lift up the veil
Our strength

and they're history
These emotions get to me
Meditate and they're history
Collective healing on the rise
Look how divine
Crystal wearing at an all time high
No

Look up horizons, the sun soar yuh
If you Understand timing-you a sansei
Undermine mind and you at best, a

Lost soul, only god knows, where your off

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter

given up my pound of flesh
Cause everything that goes up, must come down
And drop to the ground like lead, yeah
Like lead
Like lead
Like lead
Drop

in the ground
Went and dug it up (I dug it up)
I had a million dollar spot
Until they fucked it up
(Why they fuck it up?)
Old school, baggy pants,

played in mind 
It be fucked up
Cause I just be saying I'm fine
And they like where the album at
I can barely remember how to rap
It's crazy how that shit

suddenly it's not mine
It's hard to give you what I never had
Boy does it fly
Barely keeping it together like a twist tie
Keeping up the talk
Cut you off

to the ground
Tryna save the volley, balling on these fools
But still ain't got no one by me
Now I'd probably lose
If it's me against myself
I ain't hitting

Get away
Get away

Say less
When the blinds go down
Stereo up with the sub on the ground
Bitches
Swishers
Breakin' them down
Roll it up now
When I turn

Surrounded by faces, but no one to call
Funny how it all goes around

You keep on crying out
Don't let me hit the ground
Your soul is crying out
Don't

of glass, by first creating a crack
Discrimination is back, fed up of the sanitary tax, and how the media act
It was hard to even have a child without her

The Garden of Allah

Don Henley

Actual Miles: Henley's Greatest Hits

1995

of the collective soul
Now was somewhere out on riverside
By the El Royale Hotel
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I knew him all too well

He

official

Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black